Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.